The two problems of existence are, Whom shall I recognize?
and, Who will recognize me?
A man's standing depends upon the women he knows; a woman's upon the women she cuts.

At a summer resort recognition is a fine art which is not affected by any prior condition of servitude or acquaintance.

No woman can afford to sacrifice her position upon the altar of friendship; in these small worlds recognition has no relation whatsoever to friendship, it is rather a convention.

If your hostess of the winter passes you with a cold stare, it is a matter of prudence rather than indifference; the outside world does not understand these things, but is soon made to.
Women are the arbiters of social fate, and as such must be placated, but not too servilely.

In society a blow goes farther than a kiss; it is a warfare wherein it does not pay to be on the defensive; those are revered who are most feared; those who nail to their mast the black flag and show no quarter are the recognized leaders,--Society is piracy.
Green's Inn was cheery, comfortable, and hospitable; but then the season had passed and things had returned to their normal routine.
The summer hotel passes through three stages each season,--that of expectation, of realization, and of regret; it is unpleasant during the first stage, intolerable during the second, frequently delightful during the third.